The mingling of souls in times of peace and wars

Should be with someone whose soul is pure and clear

Since there is change in the soul at the time of war and peace

That is not one soul alone, but rather they have become separate

When the heart desires peace, one is like a bride

For the nuptial chamber of conversation with the enemy-faced groom

Again, when there is a desire towards one side, it is as if he

Has a desire towards the delicate, heart-ravishing groom

Mingling from sights and mingling from words

And mingling from stories and mingling from thoughts

Just as mingling is apparent in bowing

And from shaking hands and embracing and the direction of prayer and praise and supplication

These differences in mingling are from inclination and half-inclination

And from the core of willingness and unwillingness and from fear and modesty

That deliberate bowing and that soft, gentle praise

Are also levels in meanings, chosen in forms

All of this becomes a plaything when you reach someone

Whose spiritual dance carries him to prostration and that throne says, "Welcome!"

That kind lord, the cherisher of servants, Shams al-Din

Who will deliver you from this unfaithful thought

Until when will you be fearful and hopeful with non-existence?

All of this is the effect of his wrath until the time of his pleasure

Existence is truly the soul of him, since existence turned away from him

Inevitably, in non-existence, you build with the restriction of desire

Sometimes with the glorification of desire and sometimes with the glorification of imagination

Sometimes with the glorification of speech and sometimes with the glorification of meeting

Sometimes the imagination is pleasant in jest, like a wet dream

Sometimes the imagination is bad, like an inappropriate dream

And then imaginations are better than this vile people

This is existence, which is less than the imagination of the blind

Then from that side of non-existence, worse than this from a hundred non-existences

These non-existences, according to their levels, are like permanence

Until the auspicious shadow of his lordship comes

No bond of yours will be opened, know this for sure, O heart